Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  A pair of hands pushed my head back and held it still, and I concentrated for long enough to see another glorious cock advancing towards my mouth as I watched it from an upside down perspective. For the second time in only ten minutes or so, I was getting face fucked by a cock so big that even the most powerful thrusts couldn’t get it down my throat.

  Slapping, cursing and squelching dominated the classical music playing in the background over the penthouse sound system, which was an incredibly dissonant soundtrack for the depraved fucking I was receiving. I felt so dirty, so used… so alive for the first time.

  Hands were everywhere again, impossible to keep track of. It felt like there were too many hands for just seven men, stroking at my soft skin, lifting my legs to slap my ass, squeezing my tits and tugging at my nipples, closing down over my own hands to grip the cocks even tighter.

  I’d never been given so much attention in my life, to think that these wealthy, well-endowed, powerful men all wanted to fuck me was incredible. It was tipping that balancing act of pleasure and pain safely into the direction of pleasure and I was getting close to an orgasm of the like I had never dreamed of before.

  Every stroke of that huge cock in my pussy stoked that fire, sending wave after wave of increasing pleasure that built up in my belly until it was like this big ball that was going to detonate at any moment. A warm flow of thick cum enveloped my right hand like a heated glove as that massive rod twitched in my grip and that was it, there was no holding me back.

  I took a deep breath around the hard dick furiously fucking my face and moaned like a little whore as shivers of ecstasy cascaded around my body. My pussy quivered and clenched with every wave and in the midst of my climax I felt Cal drive deep into my abused slit and blast a torrent of cum directly against my cervix, filling me up with his hot seed.

  The warmth of Cal’s ejaculation seemed to spread throughout my body as my face continued to be enthusiastically pounded by his friend’s huge dick and my afterglow set in. It was all I could do to try and breathe around that jack-hammering manhood, but I felt so exhausted from the effort and the pleasure that I was close to passing out.

  Through half-closed eyes, I saw that long cock pull out of my mouth and the man’s hand quickly stroke it until a jet of semen hit me on the cheek, then another closed one eye, then my other eye. I was blinded by a mask of creamy sperm that kept on coming until I thought I must have looked like I’d been hit in the face by a cream pie made of cum.

  The man who had been using my left hand for his own pleasure suddenly spurted a stream of cum across my tits, a huge load that pooled between my firm mounds and flowed down until it gathered in a small lake in my belly button. I licked my lips between pants for air, my head hanging backwards as semen dripped from my face into my hair.

  “Turn over, slut,” said somebody’s deep voice.

  I tried but found I lacked the strength to do it, so several hands turned me first on to my stomach and then spun me to the side so my feet were back on the ground as I was bent over forwards on the table. All the cum felt so very slippery between my body and the surface I was leaning on, and I had no idea what was coming next.

  When I felt that massive dick pushing at my asshole, I held on for dear life, still blinded behind a thick mask of cum. It was impossible, it couldn’t fit, it couldn’t. That wasn’t going to stop him from trying with all his strength.

  The burning fire was back between my legs, if a little further to the rear this time. The pain was still tinged with that promise of pleasure, but almost unbearable at the same time. It was too much for me, but I couldn’t stop now. For a moment before I passed out I felt like Braveheart, and I screamed my last consent.

  “Fuck my aaaaassssssss!”

  Then everything went black.

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  Two or three times I regained consciousness, finding myself in different positions, different locations, sandwiched and impaled between different men, still begging for their cocks, telling them to fuck me harder and having my requests fulfilled beyond my ability to stay coherent for them. How many times each of them used me, I had no idea. How many times I came, I had no idea.

  “Cum in me!” I yelled, sitting bolt upright.

  The morning sun streamed in through the bedroom window and I shielded my eyes against it. I was sore everywhere. My throat felt like I’d been singing karaoke all night, my muscles felt like I’d been running a marathon and my pussy and asshole felt tender at the slightest movement.

  With a hiss of breath sucked in between my teeth, I swung my feet out on to the luxuriously soft carpet and saw a silver briefcase sitting on a chair next to the bed with a business card on top of it. The card didn’t have any contact details on it, just a short message “You’ve been fucked by the” and then a logo made up of the letters “WEBC”. I set it down on the bed and reached for the suitcase, flicking the two clips open.

  I almost passed out again when I lifted the lid and saw the contents. My eyes feasted on row after row of bundled cash. The kind of money that they could likely find under their couch cushions, but a sum that would change my life, and even save a life that mattered to me.

  I fell back on the bed and clasped my hands to my head, feeling my hair matted by the pleasure of rich men. I thought about everything that had happened the previous night and felt a pang of longing.

  One of them had told me that he was going to ruin me… and I thought he might have been right. How could I go back to a normal sex life now after experiencing that? What was his name? Cal? And he won a defence contract?

  Maybe I could track him down… maybe this didn’t have to be the end?

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  The Well-Endowed Billionaires Club 2

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  If she can make it through the night without screaming for them to stop she gets one million dollars. If not... she gets nothing.

  Innocent Elsa Foster has got problems. The global economic crisis hit her family hard and she's staring down the barrel of a lifetime supporting them as a fast food waitress, sacrificing her opportunity to go to college. That's when she's given the chance of a lifetime.

  One million dollars for one night. All she has to do is submit herself completely and utterly to be ravished bareback by seven anonymous men whose bank accounts aren't the only things that are huge.

  She has all the motivation she could possibly need... but will that be enough to withstand everything the Well-Endowed Billionaires Club can unleash on her, especially considering she's the most petite brat to ever attempt the feat?

  Kinks/Sub-Genres

  Gangbang, Rough Sex, Billionaire, Petite Girl, Sex Toy

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  The man who was accompanying me up the elevator looked down with undisguised skepticism. I was used to that, the looking down part at least. Throughout school I’d always been the shortest girl in my class, always hoping for that growth spurt that never really came.

  I stood a little straighter and returned his look with defiance. The skepticism was something I came across a little less often, but then again I’d nev
er been in this kind of situation before.

  The so-called global economic crisis had nearly wiped out my family. My parents lost their jobs, the house, their retirement savings and one out of two of their cars, all in one fell swoop. I still remembered how awful it was when all four of us, my parents, my sister, and I were all living out of the remaining car.

  Thankfully that black moment didn’t last too long, only a few weeks, but I would never forget it as long as I lived. My parents found other, much worse paying, jobs and we moved into an apartment but ever since then they’d only just been able to make ends meet.

  Now, once again, all the shit was hitting the fan at once. My parents were getting close to retirement age, but with no nest egg whatsoever to fall back on they were probably going to have to work until they died.

  That was already bad enough, but then my dad got injured on the job and my mom had to take time off work to help look after him. The day he came home from the hospital my sister, who had moved out about a year previous, turned up and announced she was pregnant and her boyfriend had been laid off.

  My own problems paled in comparison. I wanted to go to college but there was no way I could afford it. I’d done well in school, but I’d been declined for every scholarship I could track down and apply for.

  I was sitting on a bench in a park with my face buried in my hands just trying to get used to my bleak future supporting my ailing parents as a fast food waitress when a guy approached me. He was dressed like he might be one of those men-in-black who cover up evidence of alien visitations and he laid out the most insane offer I could have dreamed of.

  The contract was clear. For one night I would put my body at the mercy of seven anonymous and ‘well-endowed’ men. It would be rough, emphasis theirs. It would be unprotected. In return I would receive one million dollars in cold hard cash.

  All I had to do was make it through the night without telling them to stop. Indeed, I had to beg for everything they could give me, let them use me as much as they wanted.

  If I failed, I would receive nothing, my fate was sealed. If I could make it though… I could give my family the kind of security we hadn’t felt for years. I had all the motivation I needed.

  “Last chance, Elsa,” said the man who hadn’t introduced himself. “We can just go back down and you can be on your way, no harm no foul, because, no offence, but I don’t think you realise what you’ve signed up for.”

  “I can do it.” I said, holding on to an image of a brighter future in my mind.

  “I’ve seen six foot tall self-proclaimed sluts that ended up running for the hills when…”

  “I said I can do it.”

  “OK.”

  I hoped the apprehension I felt wasn’t carrying through to my voice, because I was far from sure of my abilities. I’d only been with two boys from school, and even then my petite size had made things a struggle, for me, anyway.

  Apparently the effort that had needed to be expended to get their cocks into a pussy as tight as mine had been mighty pleasurable on their part. My first boyfriend had lasted all of two seconds the first time we had sex, the second one made it to almost ten.

  It was a lot of effort for such a quick and painful experience. All the times I’d made love with them probably only came up to about seven minutes of actual sex-time, and now I’d put myself at the disposal of seven likely very experienced men for a dozen hours or so.

  I had nothing to feel confident about except my determination to give it my best shot. They wanted me to play the filthy little slut, and I would do it.

  With a soft tone, the elevator announced we’d arrived at the top of the newly-built Viktorov Hotel, a floor that needed to be unlocked with a special pass-card before the button would even light up upon being pressed. The doors slid open and the man gestured for me to exit while he stayed put as the doors shut behind me.

  The penthouse room felt like a museum in the sense that I got the impression I wasn’t supposed to touch anything. It all looked so expensive, so luxurious that somebody of modest financial means could easily bankrupt oneself if the wrong thing got broken.

  Contrary to most museums, it was a mixture of old and new, combined together with such taste and such attention to detail that it was almost seamless. The grand piano stood unused in a high profile spot while piano music played over some unseen sound system. The artwork on the walls was a blend of classic and modern, the furniture was new and lavish.

  Unlike the seat in front of the piano, the couch and armchairs around the coffee table were occupied. Seven men, wearing expensive-looking suits and black masks that made them look like old fashioned bank-robbers, stood and watched as I timidly approached them.

  I had thought there would be catcalls, whistles of appreciation like a stripper arriving at a stag night, I wasn’t prepared for the calculating full body scans, the burning hunger that was evident in their eyes like I was nothing more than a plaything to satisfy their appetite. Small as I was, I clasped my hands in front of myself and wrung them, unconsciously trying to make myself smaller still.

  “Hi,” I squeaked, “I’m Elsa. I’m here for…”

  I couldn’t seem to finish that sentence, and I could have sworn one of them chuckled quietly at my nervous display as another approached to stand right in front of me. Until he lifted my chin with a finger, I couldn’t look any higher than his stomach-level, but when he did, I was held mesmerised by his eyes.

  Deep and dark, a girl could get lost in them for days. He looked at me like I was his property and I always had been but just hadn’t been aware of it. He was used to getting what he wanted, that much was clear.

  “Go on, what are you here for?”

  In the days leading up to my arrival I’d tried to think of things I could say to beg for everything they could give me, as required by the contract. It had been surprisingly difficult.

  “I’m here for whatever you want to do to me,” I said quietly.

  The tall dark man who, like some of his colleagues, had removed the jacket of his suit, reached under my skirt and cupped my sex through my panties. I gasped and quivered as a fast and furious mental battle raged inside me between my instincts to protect my most intimate areas, and the knowledge that everything was riding on my complete submission.

  “What if I want to fuck you so hard that your little pussy is ruined for all other men and you’re so sore you can’t walk straight for a week?”

  “I’d… I’d love that, sir,” I said.

  His hand slipped around behind my neck and pulled me towards him, pressing his lips forcefully against mine and kissing me hard. I thought I had been kissed passionately before, but they were like chaste pecks on the cheek compared to this.

  My mouth was as wide open as it could be as his tongue found mine and played with it. The kiss threatened to take my very breath away and, when our lips parted, I looked up at him panting and already feeling like my hair was dishevelled.

  Throughout the kiss, his hand had remained between my legs, caressing my slit through my panties as if trying to map it by feel alone. I’d never been touched by a man so sure of himself, so absolutely certain of his power over me, a position only confirmed by my slightly bow-legged and hip-grinding body language.

  Another man flanked the first and took my overnight bag from my hand, flinging it in the general direction of the piano before circling behind me. His hands slipped around under my arms to cup my breasts, pulling my upper body towards him as he squeezed.

  “Damn, she’s just as tiny as your guy promised,” said the man behind me to the one in front. “This is going to hurt, princess,” he then whispered to me.

  Judging by the size of the bulge I could feel pressing into my back, I had a notion that he was probably right. Daunting as the prospect was, I couldn’t help but press against it a little harder, trying to get a better sense of its real size and shape through our clothes.

  Something about it spoke to a more basic part of my brain, bypassing all t
he more rational areas that had been conditioned in a more civilised way about what to desire. That more enlightened consciousness wanted to be wined and dined, put on a pedestal and make love with its soul mate for the rest of my life.

  The animal lust that was quickly threatening to take over told me to find the biggest cocks I could and stuff them inside me anywhere they would fit, drain their balls of all the sperm they could give me and relish every second of it. As the rest of the men surrounded me and their hands roamed all over my body, that voice got louder and louder.

  Their combined scents, cigar smoke here, sandalwood there, were all around me and I inhaled deeply, partly to drown myself in that heady mixture and partly to stop myself from hyper-ventilating. The man with his hand on my pussy extended his other hand towards his crotch.

  While the others began disrobing more completely, the man in front of me simply unzipped and reached inside his pants, pulling out a cock that made my jaw drop and brought my hands up into my hair as if I was stopping my head from exploding in disbelief. A chill of fear shivered its way down my spine and made my nipples stand to attention, I knew that if I could tear my gaze away from the thick piece of man-meat in front of me I would be able to clearly see their shape through my shirt.

  “I…”

  I clamped my mouth shut on the words ‘can’t take that’ before they cost my family and I our future. The man in front of me chuckled as my hands dropped to my side and I looked up at him imploringly. In his eyes I saw only that same hunger, my reaction simply turned him on even more.

  Smack!

  The slap came out of nowhere and a bloom of heat sprang up on my cheek as tears welled up in my eyes and my head rocked to the side. I looked back to him and couldn’t find my voice, in all my eighteen years I’d never dreamed of being treated like this.

  How could anybody think he could get away with this? I had my answer when I responded to his own question.